I am currently exploring and living in the quirky and colorful Hobart city in Tasmania. I decided to make the move across the seas, from Western Australia and am studying my Masters of Social work at the University of Tasmania. I have a journalism backrou
Apples...Apples...Two dollars!" bellows through the market. A man positions himself on the edge of his store, eager to meet and greet potential customers. It's hard to resist his charming nature, 'The Market Apple Man', is at it again, collecting another week's worth of pennies, in exchange for the freshest apples in town. The nearby gourmet jam will be a perfect combination for apple pie.
Perfect remedy to beat off a horrible week at work, or simply make a good week, even better, the Salamance Market, really do have something for everyone. From home made walnut honey, and olive oil soaps to the multiple award winning Persian kebabs.
Although, the grey clouds seems to be circulating over Hobart more these days, the crowds just can't keep away. People stroll through the well cultivated isles, naturally bound by the elegant trees. Brownish yellow leaves elegantly rest across the paths, providing an elegant "yellow carpet", kind of feel. Some people seem to speed through, as they battle to beat the darkening clouds atop. Nervous rustling sounds of people grabbing for rain-coats grow louder. Others seems to keep the faith, as the sun peaks through, gently kissing the lucky ones.
For the hungry, there is plenty to stumble upon. Further up the road, is the tempting wood fired pizza - and with jewellery stores next door and creative art a few steps down, the wait for the pizza doesn't seem a hassle. For the sausage lovers - the famous Bratwurst sausages sizzle away in the middle isle, a tasty and filling choice of meal.
Meanwhile, for the culture-seekers, the Dukkah Middle Eastern dipping sauce will delight your senses, and is a light and easy gift for loved ones back home, or perhaps a perfect treat to save for a winter meal and glass of red, next to the blazing fire.
Children's cries filter through the market stores, as mums patiently attend them. Abundant musical tunes float across the isles. People sip their coffees, and enjoy the musical talent. Clicks echo across from trigger happy camera snappers.
As the rain, slides down from above, a brave bag pipe player pumps out tunes, much to the delight of on-lookers. His strained face and flexed muscles contradict the natural sound that he emits. To keep a rhythm, he stomps his right foot up and down on the wet ground, as appreciative people stroll by and drop their offerings into his nearby hat.
For those seeking humour and entertainment, the balloon man will fill their need. Equipped with a colourful array of balloons, he twists and stretches them and cheerfully chats to his mostly young fans. Less than two minutes passes, as he hands another delighted kid his latest creation.
As the day, skips by, the rain visits every so often, sometimes accompanied by sun rays dispersing much need vitamin E to chilly but content beings.
Eventually, at days end, the market will pack up and sleep. In another week, it will awaken again. And so, the cycle continues.